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So now after a good mashup of songs you are ready to choreograph this dance with him. While the girl you don't want in your house is sitting on the couch with her books open and probably making her assignments or whatever she likes. You don't care.

"No wait...It's not that good. Think of something better." Fifteen minutes of thinking and trying different moves you come up with none that's satisfying to you. "I can help, if you want." You hear a soft voice saying that. Turning your head you look at her who's giving you a smile. "Sure, why not." Jungkook holds her hand as she starts with some moves while touching his body.

Not going to lie but you really want to push her away from him. The music goes on as they're dancing on the beat. They seem to enjoy it a lot while you are standing with clenched fists on the side.

This is your house. If they want to enjoy they can go to theirs. You turn the music off and grab her by her arms pushing her away from him. "You can do your own work. This dance is our responsibility, okay?" You give her a bitter smile as she goes and sits back.

"Huh, I am better than her. I am gonna show that to her." You whisper to yourself while glaring at her but Jungkook hears you. He mentally sighs.

You turn the music on and turn towards him. "There's only one best dancer." Speaking that to him you start moving with him. You feel his hands going around your waist as he is inches closer to you.

This kind of reminds you about the kiss you had with him. You stare at his lips and shit what is this feeling.

You grip on his shirts tightly because you feel like you're gonna pull him any second. You want to taste his lips once again. That feeling is addictive. His hands roaming over your body is making it worse for you. The way his touches are making you ecstatic is driving you insane. 

He stares you down as you're looking up at him. His hot breath is hitting your face and you can't hear the music anymore. It's just his breathing and your crazily beating heart. 

But wait, He's the enemy. You can't feel that way for him. Yeah, you can't. 

"Y/n..." He whispers softly. Well, damn. Now what to do if you're feeling that way. He looks breathtaking for you. He always did, Just you always denied to accept it. "Yeah?" You're doubting if he heard you because you spoke in a very low voice. "I know-" And he's being cut off by a sound. Snapping back into reality you push him away and turn your head. 

"I am sorry."  You see Ji Eun picking up her pencil case. Now, you're standing there being all awkward. "I-Is anybody hungry? Well, I am." You ask rubbing your palms that are sweating. "I am." Jungkook says. "Okay, I'll bring something to eat. You too. Eat even if you are not hungry." Don't know why but you just say that while eyeing her.

"Come, I'll help you." You're running from him and he is saying to follow you. "No, It's-" And he's already walking to the kitchen. So, there's no escape. Wait a fucking second. This is your house. Why do you even need an escape.

'Y/n, don't make it awkward. It's okay. Nothing happened.' Motivating yourself you walk to the kitchen.

While you are making orange juice you're suddenly reminded he was saying something to you a while ago. You turn your head and your gaze lands towards him who's preparing some snacks looking so domestic and a total boyfriend material.

Get your shits together sis!

"You were saying something?" And you quickly turn around to avoid his gaze. "Yeah, I was saying that....Um...I." He stutters making you frown but you don't turn around. "Fuck it Y/n. I can't anymore." Now you're confused. As you were about to turn around you feel a grip on your waist and the next second he's kissing.

Yeah, his lips are on yours as he's kissing you passionately. He slips his warm tongue inside your mouth giving you an euphoric feeling. You swing your arms around his neck pulling him down and intensifying the kiss. When the two of you are out of breath after making out you pull away. Your cheeks are red as he's staring right into your eyes. You can feels his fingers rubbing your bare waist sending goosebumps all over your body.

"Y/n, It's getting harder to control." He whispers in your ears while you're closing your eyes. You lick your lips and hear him walking away. As he's out of your sight, you hold the counter as the support for you. You feel there's jelly instead of your legs. You smack your head cursing under your breath.

"What did I do? I hate you Jeon. I really do." 

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The next day, he's at your house again. The entire day you ignored him as much as you can do because every time you look at him you want to kiss him. And it's not healthy for you. You noticed how he ignored you too but you can't get that one sentence  out of your head.

'Y/n, it's getting harder to control.'

Again like usual you set up the music, invent your own steps, dance with him with little talks in between but today there is more checking out. You are in your normal shorts and baby tee that is way too attractive for him. While he's wearing a normal black t-shirt with his black ripped jeans. 

THAT'S NOT NORMAL.

If it was normal he wouldn't be looking this hot. As time is passing by you feel the thickness in the air. The sexual tension is high. Both of you have no distance in between. 

When you are looking at his face, you know that you want him. Want him to grab you like he did yesterday. To kiss you the way he did. And there's no hiding anymore from yourself. 

As you are ready to speak, he steps away from you. "It's enough for today. I am tired. I'll get going." You raise your brows while he is picking up his jacket from the couch. "Tired? Why? What did you do?" You question him while crossing your arms. "I do a lot of stuff y/n." You nod your head. "Okay, Eat and rest well." He hums and wears his shoes walking out of your house.

Locking the door you kick it hard.

"Fuck you y/n. What were you thinking? Don't feel that way for him. He's an enemy."

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Been an entire month and life is not as plain and smooth as it used to be. You find yourself dozing off in the middle of the class. Daydreaming and thinking about many random thoughts. Situations between him and you are becoming more and more steamy. His single touch turns you on. Like, He'll be sitting there taking down notes and you'll be fantasizing about his fingers.

Why so hot? 

You tried several things to distract yourself but the moment he is in front of you all your efforts are in vain.

And dance. It's too difficult. The tension in the air is on the peak that moment. 

Sigh. Life ain't smooth.

The doorbell of your house rings and you already know who it is. You are not in too decent clothes but you don't feel like changing. It's your house after all. 

You open the door for him and he's frozen. Like literally frozen with just his eyes moving. He's eyeing you up and down. You're wearing this black spaghetti strap top that's complimenting your white skin and black booty shorts. He gulps looking away. 

He walks inside and you are already setting up the music. 

"Are you not going to change? I mean are you comfortable with that while dancing?" Never has he been this awkward. You raise a brow nodding your head. "Yeah, you have a problem with it?" He heaves out a sigh mumbling to himself. "How am I supposed to stop myself?" 

And the least he expected was what came out from your mouth. 

"Why you wanna stop? Do what you want."